"I... do not handle much technology." Not much, more like none at all. He just never saw much of a point, not when he lived a nomadic lifestyle and didn't quiet grasp the internet as it was. Life had changed so much since his youth.
The scars on the Drifter's face simply brought the eyes out more to the quiet one across from him. Scars were a roadmap to ones life, he lacked most scars, their was probably a gnarly scar under his hair, but he never, ever had it short so none would ever see that, and his right hand was forever bandaged.
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Drifter." He still shook, not really seeming bothered to much by the grease, it was better than blood and guts, that he was used to getting all over his hands. Grease was just a bit harder to wash off. BUt, a fair price to pay for manners.
Finally his machine seemed to catch up while they were talking, offering two jobs, one playing in a cafe, the other playing with the city orchestra. Yep, he's a musician.
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The scars on the Drifter's face simply brought the eyes out more to the quiet one across from him. Scars were a roadmap to ones life, he lacked most scars, their was probably a gnarly scar under his hair, but he never, ever had it short so none would ever see that, and his right hand was forever bandaged.
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Drifter." He still shook, not really seeming bothered to much by the grease, it was better than blood and guts, that he was used to getting all over his hands. Grease was just a bit harder to wash off. BUt, a fair price to pay for manners.
Finally his machine seemed to catch up while they were talking, offering two jobs, one playing in a cafe, the other playing with the city orchestra. Yep, he's a musician.